Why does he still go on like she's a babySayin' that's no kind of language for a lady?He knows she hates that word, that's why he said itHe can be childish too and she won't forget it

"Don't tell me I don't understand"He said, "I know I don't understandI understood when you were tenBut nothin's added up since then"

He said, "I'll give you a piece of my mindAnd you're not too old to take itOh, just a piece of my mind"

And that's him and her mum on honeymoonShe was born in January and that was in JuneBut now her life and his, they just don't mixAnd he don't like her boyfriends or her politics

"Don't tell me what you think of me"He said, "I know what you think of meI understood when you were tenBut nothin's added up since then"

He said, "I'll give you a piece of my mindAnd you're not too old to take itJust a piece of my mind"

Still he remembers her headOn the pillow of her little bedAll at once she's sixteen and nowShe hates him, she hates himYeah, yeah, yeah

"Don't tell me you don't understand"She said, "What is there to understand?I've grown up since I was a kidAnd maybe, Dad, it's time that you did"

She said, "I'll give you a piece of my mindAnd you're not too old to take itOh, just a piece of my mind and not too oldCause I'm not your baby, not your little girlI'm not your baby, not your little girl"